Fiction & PoetryCategory
World wheeling and frantic minds reeling
Stumbling, bumbling, back into feeling,
Candle lit room, now all burnt out
Flames flicker with Icarus’ doubt
The Man Who Was Legion Testifies
I used to live over there, beyond those hills, in the catacombs, and sleep on the soft earth of fresh graves. I used to throw myself o
Nothing makes sense.
Just keep on running.
Maybe if I keep ahead…
Maybe if I can outpace it…
I can feel it creeping ever closer.
I feel out of breath,
(Editor’s note: Found below is some superhero (?)-themed flash fiction. It uses a google form to generate a story, which is found at the bottom of the post. The most dominan
If I read another love poem …
I will join a dagger to my face,
and carve out my eyes.
Shakespeare writes of lascivious grace–
Sounds more like rape implied.
he caught Me,
while I sat,
parallel to them,
in the low light
“I’ve already told someone,” he said
“Everyone knows what You’re doing here.
The following piece provides a rare glimpse into an average night in the Trump White House. Everything that follows is based on interviews with anonymous sources, and, while so
The war is on in Heaven, as Loyalist cherubics, still-hopeful divine servants of an absent God, fight with the Rebellion, those among the host who are convinced that Her sabbatical
According to the Choir of Numerals, roughly 27% of all melkrinians have personal internet access, the majority of them hailing from countries where literacy is decriminalized. Dra
Ghost virgin lying horizontal on the train tracks
Sweet Brown background bickers over syntax
Call, that would catch them; hands dusted in gutter glitter
So instead they specul